"Hey, lady Scarlett, I'm hungry." Leaning into the redheaded noble, lady Anastatia looked up with her big watery eyes.
"You are going to turn fourteen this year that's old enough feed yourself." Despite saying this the future lady Dyne used a fork to add a buttery piece of potato into her mouth. Grinning wildly, the years had been troublesome to the young transmigrator. Worst of all matters that burdened the young Rosewood, was that duchess Alganon figured out that if she acted cute to her childhood friend, lady scarlet would refuse every time, while still doing exactly what the duchess to be wanted.
"But it tastes so much better when you feed me." Whining cutely and looking pitiful, the girl was treated to another bite. Flipping the page of the book in front of her, Miss Scarlet stuffed the entire meal into her childhood friend bite by bite.
